Or; How Big Mac got his Name
"Macintosh! Y'all come on back, now! We got something ta talk about!" Granny Smith hollered out into the orchards.
But Mac wasn't out in the orchards. He was in the barn, specifically up in the hay loft, hiding behind a few stacked bales where no pony would find him, reading a magazine Granny Smith wouldn't want him looking at, and doing something with his genitals that Granny Smith definitely wouldn't want him doing.
He debated answering her, but he had a hunch she'd be able to tell by the particular strain in his voice that he wasn't exactly hauling apples. His eyes darted back down between his hindlegs at the massive, dark rod pointing back up at him, clutched in his hooves. It felt like just the other day he was still a scrawny colt who barely fit into the yoke he wore to plow the fields, and then all of the sudden his balls dropped, he shot up like corn stalk, filled out like a balloon, and he was hornier than a jackrabbit at a peep show. He felt so out of control now, opinionated and mouthy, clumsy and messy with his mane a total disaster, and all he could think about was mares, mares, mares! Talking to them, flirting with them, touching them, hugging them, kissing them, mounting them-
With one hoof stroking his meat and the other flipping the page, he saw an image of some Las Pegasus showgirl in glittery makeup, stripped out of her costume and baring it all, teats, pussy, and a smile, and Mac felt his balls clench up as he started to go over the edge. "GGGGGRRRRGGHHHHH!!!" he bellowed, doubling over as rope after rope of steaming white spunk blasted all over the back of the hayloft and himself for several moments, the young stallion seized by an spine-tingling climax.
When it was over, Mac felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he sighed with satisfaction. But then reality came crashing back. Mac could only look at the mess he'd made, strings of cum laced all over the place. He even hit the low ceiling above him, not to mention his chest and belly and hooves were a mess. "Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot," he muttered to himself.
"Macintosh, where in the hay are ya?" Granny Smith hollered from the house once more.
Mac did not think this through. "What am I gonna do?" he asked himself, thinking aloud, as he often did. "I can't even begin to clean up this mess up here. Probably no pony'll find it, at least. But I can't go waltzin' up to the house covered in jizz! But if I don't hurry, she's gonna wonder what I've been up to! Gotta find something to wipe off with!" he reasoned, clambering down the ladder, but he knew that clean bits of fabric were scarce in the barn, and the watering trough was on the other side of the house. "Shoot, shoot, shoot."
"Well, howdy there pardner? Workin' hard or hardly workin'?"
Macintosh froze when he turned around and saw who was already in the barn when he reached the bottom: Junebug. The yellow mare with the curly sunset mane, she'd been a classmate of his as long as he could remember, starting to take up work on the farm after she got her cutie mark in herbs and horticulture. Out of all the fillies his age who was close enough to him to notice how much he'd changed in the last few years, she would be the first to notice. It didn't help that she was awfully cute, too. At least his piece was already back in its sheath.
When he saw her, Mac's hooves locked, and he couldn't say a word, which was rare for him. That didn't stop his mouth from trying. "I, ah, I was just filling up some o' the lamps up there with this new oil, and-"
Junebug just smirked. "Sure ya were, Mac."
"MACINTOSH APPLE YOU BETTER GET YER BEHIND UP HERE THIS INSTANT AFORE I COME FIND IT 'N PADDLE IT SOMETHIN' FIERCE!" Granny Smith roared over the orchard.
Before Mac could do anything, Junebug removed a handkerchief from around her neck before tossing it to the young stallion. "Here, wipe yourself off with that. I got four brothers, Mac, ain't the first time I've caught a colt greasin' his hog."
The checkered handkerchief hit the stunned Macintosh's face before falling uselessly to the floor of the ground before he remembered to pick it up and start wiping himself off. "I owe ya one," he said to her, then adding, "Uhh, ya want this back, or...?"
Junebug giggled. "Why don't you wring it out and get back to me in class or something?" Mac nodded and began to hurry off before Junebug added, "Tip for next time? Try taking a sock with you. Perfect shape to stick your thing into, and you can just throw it in the wash when you're all done. No pony bats an eye at a dirty sock."
"That's a good tip!" Mac called back as he raced off to the house, with Junebug smirking after him. Granny Smith was waiting for him, tapping her hoof impatiently on the porch.
"There ya are, Mac! What in blue blazes took ya so long?" Granny interrogated.
"Sorry there, Granny!" Mac said, breathless from the sprint and, more notably, the orgasm he'd had not two minutes prior as he stopped at the porch steps. But he'd thought of everything. "I was just tossin' bales up into the hayloft ya see, but I've been noticin' that when the twine is tied in a double knot-"
"Oh, enough of that! We got news, Mac!"
Mac raised an eyebrow. "Well, what kinda news, Granny? We holding some kinda fundraiser for a new silo? Or did we get a report from Cloudsdale that there's some kinda weather comin' in? Or-"
"If ya'd just shut yer trap fer once, I'd tell ya! Come on in, yer sisters' are already waitin'!" Granny Smith said, inviting him inside to the kitchen table, where Applejack was already sitting on a stool, kicking her little hindlegs that couldn't reach the floor. Apple Bloom was still more or less a baby, so she was mostly teething on an apple rather than paying attention.
Macintosh took his place across from Granny Smith as he said, "Alright, alright, so what's so important that ya need to tell us?"
Granny smith held up a letter she'd opened, and judging by the seal Mac could tell it had come from city hall. "We knew this day would come eventually, and it looks like it has: Macintosh has Everfree duty."
Mac's eyes widened, and he felt sudden wave of mixed emotions come over him as Applejack asked, "Wait, ya mean like, Everfree duty? So he's gonna have to spend a week in the Everfree Forest all alone?" she asked fearfully.
"Yessiree," Granny answered.
"But what if somethin' happens to him?"
"Oh sugarcube, yer brother can handle himself now! That's what Everfree duty's all about, see? Somepony's gotta keep watch over that dern forest and report on anything fishy happening. It's an important duty fer the town! But they don't send little colts out on Everfree duty. Gettin' this letter means that our Macintosh is a full-grown stallion now - give or take a bit. It's a rite of passage!"
Applejack looked to her brother, her green eyes big and worried. But Macintosh just ruffled her mane, feeling whatever nervousness he felt fade as he encouraged her. "Oh, don't you worry about me, little sis. I can handle myself, and I ain't gonna let Ponyville down by chickenin' out like a coward. 'Sides, I'd like to see you name one stallion who's stronger n' smarter than your big brother. 'Cuz ya can't!" he boasted.
Applejack smiled, feeling better, and with a smile she replied, "Well, I s'pose if ya run into anything, you can always talk its ear off!"
Macintosh frowned as Granny Smith collapsed into a hysterical laughing fit. "Talk its ear off! Hoo, Applejack, that tickled my funny bone somethin' fierce!"
As was tradition when a young stallion was first called to Everfree duty, there was a party. For a while, the party was a lot of fun. There were the usual shindig activities at Sweet Apple Acres, from bobbing for apples to hayrides and a corn maze, but since this was a celebration of Macintosh officially becoming a stallion, at least in the eyes of Ponyville, there were other perks too. He got a bigger yoke from Granny Smith to show off his new strength, his uncle gave him a shaving set for when his stubble would eventually grow in, and he even got to have his first mug of cider even if he wasn't quite of drinking age yet.
It felt good to be treated like a real stallion for the first time in his life, to be the center of attention, and Macintosh couldn't help but puff his chest out with pride. But as the sun went down the horizon, and the night crept over Ponyville, Macintosh could see the Everfree Forest looming in the distance as a growing shadow, an inky black void he'd have to descend into in just a few days' time. He felt his confidence wane with the day, and a pit of doubt formed in his stomach, distinct from the pit of slight nausea that came with drinking his first cider too quickly.
Now, Macintosh found himself once again in his hayloft, the little window slid open to look outside. Whenever he was usually up here, he was in a sweaty hurry, but he wasn't in the mood for jerking off right now - which was saying something. It hard to feel anything other than anxiety. Maybe nothing would happen. But maybe he'd wind up being one of those stallions who went out into the forest and never came back. It was a lot to carry on his shoulders, and he had pretty sturdy shoulders. So all he could do to try and sort out his thoughts was gaze out at the stars twinkling awake in the sky.
When he heard somepony coming up the ladder, he scrambled to hide his magazines and make himself decent before remembering that he didn't have anything to hide up here at the moment and that his penis was where it belonged, for once. When he looked at the top of the ladder, he saw that familiar orange mane coming up to greet him. "Junebug?"
She looked around at the cramped space, stacked high with bales of hay that Mac had tucked himself into. "So this is where you get the job done, eh?" she commented.
Macintosh flushed. Now that he wasn't scrambling to not get caught masturbating by his grandmother, he had the presence of mind to be mortified that he'd been caught masturbating by a filly he'd known since foalhood. "Now, uh, about what happened the other day - I don't normally..."
Junebug cut him off with a simple, incredulous raise of her eyebrow.
Mac sighed. "I did at least wash your hankie," he said, retrieving it and offering it back to her.
Junebug regarded it for a moment before looking back up to Macintosh. "Maybe you should keep it. Who knows? Maybe it'll bring you luck in the forest." Macintosh felt a twinge inside of him as he accepted the gift. Even if it was just a small thing, it was an awfully touching gesture from the filly. He didn't know what to say, but Junebug spoke up again, "Aren't you scared? Going out in the Everfree forest all alone like that? A lot of colts are able to put it off for a couple years, and since your family needs you so much, I'm sure you could if you asked."
Mac just shook his head. "It's about more than just my family. It's about Ponyville too. My family needs me to be the stallion 'round here, and how am I supposed to do that if I don't accept my responsibilities? Doin' your duty's what bein' a stallion's all about, and this is mine. I gotta face this and come back for them, for all of y'all. Somepony's got to."
Junebug was quiet for a moment as she moved closer to Macintosh, laying herself down next to him. "I guess I never thought about it that way," she said. "You seem a lot more of a stallion than any of the other colts in our class. Even some of my older brothers. And not just because of all the..." Mac flushed as Junebug made a jerking motion with her hoof.
"I-I swear, it ain't-"
"It ain't nothin' to get embarrassed about," she interrupted him again. "It's just how you boys are, I'm old enough to know that much. Besides, with you being the stallion around here, all that weight on your shoulders, it's no wonder you need some time and privacy to blow off some steam every once in a while. Can't hardly fault you for that." Junebug seemed to realize something as she turned to Mac and quickly added, "You weren't coming up here to...?"
"No! Honest, no," Mac replied. "Just a lot on my mind, I suppose." He looked out the window, more than ready to share his thoughts. "'Course I'm scared. I heard all kinds of stories 'bout what's out in that forest. But I made up my mind, and there ain't no goin' back now. But it's more than that. It was kinda exciting, gettin' that letter," he said.
"Really? How in the world could that be a good thing?" Junebug asked.
"Well, I've been workin' like a stallion for a long time now around the farm. It's been a big responsibility, but I still gotta do my schoolin' and go around gettin' treated like a colt anyway. It's nice knowin' that things are different now. I finally get to be treated like a stallion, and that's a nice perk."
"I can imagine," Junebug said with a grin. There was a long pause, and then all of the sudden, Junebug asked in the quiet, "Is there any mare treating you like a stallion?"
Macintosh turned his head to look at her, cocking an eyebrow, thinking she couldn't possibly be talking about what he thought she was talking about. "What are you on about, Junebug?"
"Well," she started, feigning innocence as she crossed her hooves, "I'm sure it's nice having all the fellas clap you on the back out there and getting to have a cider and all, but those aren't the real perks of getting to be a stallion."
Mac smirked back at her. "Oh yeah? I'd love to hear little miss you tell me what the real perks of bein' a stallion are then," he teased.
She looked him simply in the eye and answered, "Well, having a mare, for one."
Suddenly Mac felt warm, his nerves tensing more than they did when he first got the letter. "Now Junebug, I don't know if this is really polite..."
"Oh, come on, mister stallion," she goaded him. "You can't tell me when you're all by your lonesome up here that you're tugging on yourself thinking about apples or the good weather. I know stallions, and I know you're thinking about humpin' mares!"
Mac's cheeks were burning. "You don't know what I'm thinkin' about humpin', Junebug!" That came out wrong. Slapping his forehead with his hoof, Mac corrected, "It ain't a crime for a fella to have an imagination in the privacy of his own barn. And what's your point? It ain't like I got a mare of my own yet, I only just got the letter!"
Junebug looked at her hooves, and Mac didn't dare believe what he thought she was about to say. "Well... I'm a mare."
Mac froze. He gulped. His thoughts were just a loud, blank ringing noise in his ears. Was this really happening? "Junebug, are you sayin' you want to..." Junebug fixed him in her steely gaze, daring him to say it. Mac gulped again. "...Have a roll in the hay?"
"Maybe I am," she replied.
"But... why? Why me?" Anticipating her answer, Mac added, "You don't have to pity me just 'cause I got Everfree duty."
"It ain't just that," Junebug rolled her eyes. "A lot of fillies got a crush on you, you know. They talk about it all the time when the colts are away." Mac just blinked. He'd never considered himself a catch. "But... it is about the Everfree duty too," she explained, her expression falling. "I can't help but be a little worried, Mac. What if something happens to you, and I never get the chance to tell you how much I like you? I've been wanting to get frisky with a colt for a while now, but I'd be terrified to ask anyone. Except for you. And I might not get that chance again."
"Junebug..." Mac said, reaching a hoof out to stroke her mane. "I don't know what to say. But I'm mighty flattered. Of course you could have asked. I don't think I've got the strength to say no to a pretty thing like you."
"That's not all," Junebug said, leaning into his touch. "It's mostly about you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you," she insisted. "You're a stallion now. You're the one going off on Everfree duty. You're the one working hard for the farm and for Ponyville, and well... everypony. I just... I feel like you deserve a win, you know? Like, if any stallion out here deserves to get some tail before he goes off, it's definitely you. And I don't see any other fillies lining up to raise their tails for you, so... Hell, it's the least I could do."
Well, that certainly changed things. Mac found it much easier to accept that line of thinking, and once he realized what was about to happen, he couldn't fight the big grin spreading across his face. "Y'know, Junebug, if ya had a crush on me, you should've said somethin' a while ago. Of course I'd be your coltfriend."
Junebug's eyes dropped to her hooves sadly. "That's not what I'm asking, Mac."
"Well, uh... what are you askin' then? You just wanna... bang it out and that's it?" he puzzled.
"It's not that I wouldn't want to be your marefriend," Junebug answered. "I guess... I just got my letter too, so to speak."
Mac raised his eyebrow again. "Fillies don't get Everfree duty unless they sign up for it," he pointed out.
Junebug looked up at Mac and said, "It's not that. But it might as well be. If we're gonna have a fling, this really is our last chance, because... I'm moving away to go to school in Manehattan come fall."
A silence dropped between them. "Oh," Mac replied.
"Yeah. I just found out."
"But..." Mac started to think. "Fall's comin' awfully quick. Just a couple weeks away. So, by the time I get back from Everfree duty?"
"I'll be gone," Junebug confirmed. "That's why I was in the barn the other day. I was going to tell you, but then you came down all covered in your own jizm, and, well..."
"Right," Mac said, embarrassed.
"It's alright," Junebug said. "I just... didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. And then when I heard you got the letter, I just knew. The first thing that popped into my head was, 'I've gotta screw him.'"
The two laughed, a little awkward, but warm in the shared moment. But now that Mac had the whole picture, he knew what he wanted.
He took Junebug's cheek in his hoof, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Junebug... I wanna screw you too."
Even if it wasn't the most romantic line in the world, Macintosh still went in for a kiss, bold and confident, pressing his lips right to hers without any room for doubt. Even if he didn't know what was doing, any and all nerves between them melted away in the pure, tender intimacy of the moment between them. Their first kiss.
Junebug kissed him back. So he kissed her back a bit more. Then she kissed him a bit more. So he kissed her harder. And she kissed him back harder.
Suddenly the two were making out, hooves roaming over bodies pressing into each other, lips mashing together, taking turns sucking on each other's tongues. It only took seconds for the tender, fluttery feelings in Mac's belly to turn into horny, mindless need in crotch. His body began to take over, and he found it surprisingly easy to push Junebug down onto the floor of the hay loft beneath him. He'd never gotten to use his full strength with anypony, and how quickly he'd grown, he'd never realized just how much bigger and stronger he was than most ponies.
But the real surprise was how much Junebug was giving it right back to him, her hooves roaming lower and lower, until he felt the electric-hot contact against his sheath, slipping lower to fondle his balls. For a moment, it felt incredible. Then the self-conscious voice in his head managed to speak up.
"Mmm- wait," he interrupted, only barely managing to break the kiss and look Junebug in the eye. "I ain't never done this."
Junebug looked dumbfounded. "Yeah, so? Neither have I. What's your point?"
"Well, ah," Mac rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know if I'm gonna be, you know... any good at this."
Junebug just smiled up at him with a seductive gaze. "Then we'll just have to take our sweet time until you get it right." She started to pull him back down into another kiss.
Mac kissed her back, his eyes fluttering at the pleasure of lips on lips, of being in the arms of a mare who wanted him - badly - before breaking the kiss again. "No, no, it ain't just that."
"Well, what is it then?" Junebug huffed, starting to get annoyed that she hadn't had her cherry popped yet.
"It's just that, well... I ain't never, you know... showed it to anypony before," Mac admitted.
"Oh, Mac," Junebug said, stroking his cheek. "What are you worried about? I'm sure it looks fine."
"Well..." Mac started, not sure how to explain to her. "I weren't raised with any other stallions in the family, so I never really knew about... all that stuff. You know, if it's... you know."
Junebug understood Mac's anxieties immediately. "You're worried you might be on the small side?" she asked discreetly. Mac nodded. "You know," Junebug said, "There's nothing wrong with being a little fella between the hindlegs. My dad's got a teeny little wiener and my mom says he does just fine with it. He's got five kids, after all."
"Still..." Mac said, "I ain't never had another fella to compare it with, or to know what's normal."
"Well, I think I've bumped into all my brothers and my dad out of their sheaths at some point or another, and they're all kinds of sizes. I could let you know how you measure up, if you wanted?" Junebug offered.
Mac looked at her incredulously, but said, "You sure you won't mind if it's tiny?"
"Of course I won't, Macintosh. The size of your wang is something only you stallions really care about. You could have the biggest willy in Equestria and it don't make no difference to a mare."
"Still, I'd like to know," Mac said. "But you gotta be honest with me, okay? You don't need to spare my feelings, I can take it if I have a little tool."
"I won't fib, I promise," Junebug told him. She thought this was all a bit silly, but she understood stallions well enough to know this was important to them. So when Macintosh nervously laid back and spread his hindlegs to start rubbing at his sheath, Junebug was a bit surprised to see just how big his balls were. "Well damn!" she exclaimed. "No matter how big your thing is, at least you've got the biggest pair I've ever seen on ya!"
Mac didn't expect her to be so impressed, and he wasn't even out of his sheath yet! He had a bit of a hunch that his balls were bigger than the average stallion, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. If anything, it just made them harder to hide beneath his tail, which had to be clipped so it didn't snag while he was working. Junebug's enthusiasm only made his sheath throb and tighten as he felt his stallionhood begin to emerge. When the head and the first portion of the shaft flopped out against his belly, Mac grunted, his hooves stroking it to life, but it seemed it didn't need a lot of encouragement for it to reach a full, stiff erection.
Mac snapped his eyes shut, nerves getting the better of him. But then he heard her gasp. "Mac, holy cow!" she blurted out. "Your cock's gigantic!"
Mac opened his eyes, looking at his dark pole rising between his hindlegs, throbbing, the flare swollen with arousal. "Really? Is it... big?"
"Big?" Junebug replied. "Mac, I don't know how you can walk with something that big! Let alone get your hooves around it!"
Mac felt his face flush again, but an excited buzz was starting to build in his chest as well as his groin. He could handle being big. "I dunno, it's been this size for a while, I guess. I just never really thought about it."
A similar grin spread across Junebug's face. "Mac, you could have just told me you were hung like an elephant and I would have let you mount me a long time ago," she said, scooting closer to him to get a better look.
Confidence flooded Mac's body in a way he'd never quite felt before. "Oh yeah? You like 'em big?" he asked, even waggling his hips to let his huge dick wave around in front of Junebug's face.
"I mean, look at it..." Junebug said, her eyes dazzled, impressed. "I'm surprised you didn't get a cutie mark in having a big, fat dick! Maybe we should call you something else, like Long Dong."
Mac just laughed. "Oh c'mon, that's silly."
Junebug just slid up closer to him, her hooves tracing along his belly, down toward his groin. "Well, maybe I'll just call you something else. Like, Big Mac, or something."
A shiver ran down his spine. "Big Mac...? Now that don't sound too bad..." he groaned.
As Junebug's hooves made contact with Mac's penis, starting to stroke the huge shaft at the base, she leaned up to murmur into his ear, nibbling at the tip and saying, "Oh yeah? You like that, Big Mac?"
"Yeah..." Mac moaned, his cock throbbing hard at being touched by another pony for the first time.
"Mmm, you like having a big, fat dick? You like everypony saying it? Big Mac?"
"It does sound nice... Awful studly and all..."
Junebug leaned over, looked him in the eye, and pulled him in for a big, passionate kiss. Then, she simply asked, "You wanna fuck me with that big, fat dick then, Big Mac?"
All he could do was nod, replying, "Eeyup!"
Mac kissed her back, shoving his muzzle at her mouth and pressing his tongue into hers, pouncing on her and quickly starting to take charge. A part of him wanted to be nervous, knowing that most stallions didn't exactly give good performances on their first times, but definitely wasn't about to let a little performance anxiety psych him out of getting to have sex with a real, live, hot young mare. His body moved on its own, and he felt sure in his movements, his touches, peppering her with kisses down her neck and shoulders while he laid her out on her back, on a loose pile of hay, and slowly took his place above her.
"Ohh, Big Mac...!" Junebug groaned, looking up at him. "Give it to me. I want to feel every inch of your giant cock," she said seductively.
Her dirty talk was absolutely working, and the two knew they were on the same page completely. She wanted this just as badly as he did, and they both know what parts they wanted to play. Mac took her hindlegs in his hooves and slowly spread them apart, revealing her tight, virgin mare pussy, so aroused that it even winked for him as she exhaled. Her lips were so smooth and inviting, and the flash of pink flesh he saw looked so hot, glistening wet, begging for a big, meaty rod to plunge into them. Mac wasn't about to refuse her.
Getting into position, the two of them watched the meeting point at their crotches as Mac lined up his flare with her folds. The heat of her entrance washed over his sensitive tip, precum drooling from the head and down his shaft, his fat nuts tight below him and ready to go. The two young ponies held their breath with tense anticipation. There was nothing left but to go over the edge, together.
Steeling himself, Macintosh bucked his hips forward slowly. Junebug bit her lip, and Mac felt a pressure building at his flare before all of a sudden, he felt himself pop inside as a wave of heat and wet flesh swallowed his sensitive flare, squeezing tightly as another inch slid in all by itself. "Ohhhhhh!" they both groaned, exhaling as the deed was done. Mac was inside of Junebug, and it felt incredible.
Mac fed Junebug a steady plunge of his dick, giving her inch after inch, slowly enough to let her adjust to the size she was taking, her passage spread wide by his thick meat. He didn't know how he knew not to go too fast, or what would feel good for her, but he felt as if he could sense it all through his dick. His instincts seemed to be working, because Junebug couldn't help but call out praises beneath him, encouraging him, "Oh, Big Mac! I can't believe how hung you are!"
Mac looked down. "Uhh... I ain't all the way in yet," he pointed out.
Junebug looked down as well, seeing he was barely halfway. "Holy shit," she blurted out. "You really do have a huge dick!" With a smirk, Mac resumed his slow thrust, filling her up, his cock hitting spots inside of her that no vegetable could ever have reached, and Junebug's eyes rolled with delight. "Oh, Mac! Big Mac, yes! Oh, fuck!"
At long last, Macintosh buried himself balls-deep inside of Junebug, his body tingling with the most incredible pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. He knew sex would feel good, but the way a mare's pussy felt so perfectly designed to please him, as if her very body wanted to give him the most incredible orgasm of his life, was something he never could have imagined. He felt like he could blow any second, but he knew he still had work to do. So, with a steadying inhale, Mac drew his hips back, withdrawing several inches of his long, thick cock.
And, as if with the subtle touch of destiny at his back, Macintosh fucked Junebug.
His thrusts down into her body felt so powerful, so aggressive, but the stroking of her hot, wet flesh was utterly heavenly against his meat. He could feel his shaft splitting her open, coring her out to her depth, filling her own body with pleasure as she writhed into him, her hooves wrapping around his neck and begging for more. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Big Macintosh! You're so hung! I love your big, fat dick!" Junebug couldn't help but scream out in pure delight.
Mac didn't say anything apart from his deep grunts of satisfaction and effort, knowing he had a job to do, but if this was work, it was the best job he'd ever had. Plowing Junebug like this, slamming his dick into her and hearing, feeling, her utter bliss was the biggest confidence booster he could have ever asked for. Each thrust was deliberate, hard, and even if he wanted to cum more than anything else, he knew he could go at this for a while if he wanted. He'd heard most stallions barely made it a few pumps before they blew their load, but somehow he didn't have that issue. It was like he was made for this. And as Junebug cried out beneath him, he knew he definitely wasn't a colt anymore.
"Big Mac! Big Mac! Ohh Big Mac, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed, wailing as she thrust her body back against him, squeezing around his neck and impaling herself on his massive rod as she lost all control, tumbling head over heels into a loud, jubilant orgasm.
Yep, Macintosh knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was a true blue stallion now.
He continued his blissful thrusting before he suddenly felt Junebug wriggling out from underneath him, his cock feeling cold as she popped off of it. He gave her a questioning look, wondering where she was going as she slid away from him. But suddenly he understood when she bent herself over a hay bale, raising her tail sky high, letting the fluids from her well-fucked pussy drool down to the straw floor below.
"Hump me like an animal, Big Mac," she begged him. "Show me what that huge thing can really do."
Mac snorted, his fat cock slapping his belly with a meaty thwack. Now this was his kind of position. With all the confidence in the world, Mac strode up to Junebug, and in a swift motion mounted her, grabbed her mane in his mouth, and slammed every last inch of his giant dick into her quivering rump, her pussy squelching around his shaft until his nuts slapped at her flanks.
"Ohhh, fuck yes, Big Mac!" Junebug moaned again, but Mac didn't need her encouragement for this part. She'd gotten hers, and now it was time for him to get his. He yanked back on her mane, his strong farmers' hooves gripping her flanks and pulling her back into his powerful thrusts, not holding back on her as he started to plow her like the fields outside. The rapid smacks of his hips and balls against her body filled the barn, Junebug's body rocking with every pound she took, and yet somehow she managed to slam her ass back against him, the heat and force of their eager, hormonal sex building with each moment.
Mac could hardly keep his hooves beneath him. Never in his life had he ever felt anything close to this good. His cock was ravaging Junebug's sweet pussy and he felt on top of the world, every inch of his dick throbbing with mounting ecstasy as his climax built and every muscle in his body tensing with power and pride. He already knew he'd never forget this night, this moment. It was as if all the pieces finally clicked into place, and Macintosh knew that while he wanted to do a lot of things in his life, he also knew that he loved having sex, and he was going to have a lot more of it if his dick had anything to say about it.
"Big Mac! I'm cumming! Sweet Celestia, I'm cumming again!" Junebug howled in hoarse delight.
Mac could feel it too. His vision blurred when he felt her body clench around his dick in this new position, the grip on his shaft tighter than it was before, and suddenly he felt those telltale throbs, that tightness in his balls, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he joined her.
His hips yanked backwards, and with another wet squelch, Mac managed to pull out of her. As Junebug's orgasm faded and her partner's massive dick was no longer filling up her torso, she collapsed beneath him, rolling to rest her back against the hay bale, watching Mac prop himself against it, above her, stroking his huge rod right in her face.
"Big Mac, are you gonna cum?" she asked.
Before he could even answer, he felt himself topple over that edge, stars in his eyes and his cock coursing with pure ecstasy.
"EEEYUP!"
With a massive grunt, Mac blasted a steaming rope of jizz onto Junebug's face, splattering her muzzle and even the hay bale behind her with a creamy wad. "HHHHNNNNGGGGHHH!" he gritted his teeth, feeling the mother of all orgasms wracking his body, his balls squeezing themselves dry to cum himself silly. "NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed again as another thick rope of cum splattered over Junebug's body and the hay, followed by a second hearty blast. "HAAAAAHHHH! HOOOOOOOOAAAAGGGHHHH! GGGGRRROOOOOOAAAGGGHHH!" his deep voice boomed with the sheer force of the orgasm rocking every inch of his cock, every muscle in his body, barely able to keep stroking himself as the copious splatters of cream fired one after another, his colossal cock a cannon that decimated all before it with steaming stallion spunk.
"HHHHOOOOGGGGHHH! GGROOOGGHH...! HAAAAHHHHH...! Haaaah...! Oooohhh..." Mac finally managed to calm down, his vision clearing enough for him to take in the scene before him: Junebug, her upper body doused with cum... and the hay dripping with the stuff... and a pool forming on the floor between them... and some hefty splatters dribbling down from the ceiling...
Mac shuddered in delight as Junebug wiped her eyes with a smile as she looked up at him. "I think we're gonna need more than a handkerchief for this one."
The two laughed. They kissed. They wiped themselves off as best they could. They gave each other's junk a few more horny rubs. "You should be proud of that big fella of yours," Junebug said as she rubbed his balls, his flaccid stallionhood slowly beginning to retreat back to his sheath. "I heard rutting was good, but I didn't think it would be that good!"
Mac nodded as they laid together, sweaty and out of breath and totally happy. "I wouldn't mind doin' it again, ya know. Some other time," he said. "I don't have to go rushin' off and gettin' a marefriend anytime soon if you're goin' off to Manehattan. I can wait for ya. Or maybe I'll come out and join ya-"
"Big Mac," Junebug said, the nickname feeling better on her lips than just "Mac," and she could see the little smile at the corner of his mouth when she said it too. "You don't have to go and do that for me, give your life away like that. You're a stallion now, and a mighty impressive one at that. I have a feeling you're itching to go out and get yourself some action with that big thing of yours, and I know the mares will be eager for it too once the word gets out about who the most hung stallion in town is." She reached over to hold his hoof in hers. "Maybe things will line up in the future, and if they do, I'll let you have me all you want. But if they don't... You don't gotta worry about me, Big Mac. I'm just glad I got to be the first to take that mighty cock of yours for a spin. I'll always treasure that."
Mac nodded, feeling a wave of bittersweet wash over him as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on Junebug's forehead. "Thanks, for everything," he told her. "I'll be thinkin' about this all the time on Everfree duty. And not just when I find a moment for a rub-down." She giggled, but he said, "You're a real special gal, Junebug."
"You're sweet," she said, kissing him back on the nose. "That's how I know the mares around here are going to be all over you once they find out."
Mac sighed and smiled, looking out the window as he said, "I don't know how you think they're gonna all find out. Ain't gentlecolt-like to kiss and tell."
"Sure," Junebug said, "But I do have a going away party with all our old classmates before I leave. And I'm sure they'll all want to hear the juicy gossip about what Macintosh Apple is really packing between his hindlegs."
Mac flushed, but he didn't protest, a sheepish grin spreading on his face. But all he said was, "It's gettin' late. Our folks are probably wonderin' where we are, if they ain't put two and two together already."
"Yeah," Junebug agreed. She stood and started her way down the ladder, but not before stopping to give one long, last look at Mac, a sweet smile on her face. "I'll see you around then, Big Mac," she said flirtatiously.
Mac just laid back and sighed, enjoying the afterglow, giving his dick a few more moments to get soft before he returned back to his own party. Things were starting to slow down and wrap up, ponies clapping him on the back and congratulating him again. But he couldn't help but think there was just a bit more enthusiasm in their words and touches than before. Did they know...? Nah, he decided.
"There ya are!" Granny Smith said from the other side of the garden as Mac returned. "Was wonderin' how long you'd be gone! Ya missed the bobbin' fer apples!"
"Aw, shoot," Mac feigned with a grin. "Ah well, it can't be helped."
"Well, I don't care if'n ya are a stallion now, it's still gettin' late," Granny Smith said. "Y'all better wash up fer bed now."
"Yes, Granny," he replied as the two headed back up to the house, the only sounds the crickets peeping in the warm night.
After a moment, Granny Smith broke the silence by saying, "Big Mac, eh? Well, I guess I ain't surprised, given how yer grandpappy was hung!"
Mac froze in place. It seemed he and Junebug hadn't been as discreet as he'd thought, and that the nickname was catchier than he'd realized...
Granny Smith headed up to the farmhouse, chortling heartily before turning back and saying, "Well, g'night now, Big Mac! See ya in the morning!"
Applejack came bounding up beside him, giggling. "Big Mac! That's a good'un for you, big bro! 'Cause you're so big! No wonder Junebug couldn't stop sayin' it!" she said, bouncing around him excitedly. "Big Mac! Oh, Big Mac!" she mimicked, and he felt his stomach drop. Applejack just turned innocently, cocking her head and asking, "Is that what we're all gonna call you now that you're a stallion and all? Big Mac?"
He paused, looking down at her, but with a smile, he sighed. "Eeyup," Big Mac replied.
